On the aspirations of a well-trained girl, and the science behind breaking in the breadwinner.

What if I could transcend the boundaries of normalcy and boredom in sex? What if there was no such thing as real sex? It would be live sex, of course. But harmless in the act and unreal in it's returns. He calls it harmless. I tell him harmlessness is subjective. I say, that is a boy's view. I say the sex is meaningless, but only to make it sound more victimized. More girl-like.

I think about sexual inadequacy as a social experiment. A test of purity, ranking, and standards. Inadequacy may be subjective too, as it's not that there is something broken at the pump. The base, it's opening, the plastic and metal materials work just fine. He will not find expensive copper pipes if he peels back the heavy cotton. My body is not made for the golden cup. But there is endurance and a spirit in this ride. The ride will be smooth and steady. Openings are slick, not weathered. Harnessed for joy, tightly reined is my ride of his life.

When he climbs on up and positions himself for a win, he can see how white and pristine my plastic is. I may not be made from the choicest, the most geographically preferred, or be of the highest quality, but I am made for timely delivery. My vitreous materials have hardened and cooled, the female threads are there, available for intense utilization. It’s just a matter of fitting each part properly. He’s always turning around to see who’s looking. I keep my eyes closed tightly. For safety, of course.

We make it to the winner's circle. I make him. He is the champion. Hands clasp tight and shake like a conjoined fist in the air, a Polaroid is flashed, the ribbon pinned. With our experiments come the best results. The winning results present a façade of privilege, grace, adequacy, and training. The purebred wanton cruelty experienced after the win is traditional. He leaves the track, takes the badge and photograph, and cups his hand to wave goodbye. I've come to expect it from such an experiment. My pipes have won, but they are threadbare.

i really think

i like it!

needs work.

Comments

yiggigApril 4, 2009

I like that phrase, intense utilization.
SimoneJanuary 16, 2009

Very nice Bree! It's your consistent imagery that makes this piece work. Usually I expect more from fiction, characterizations, and so if you ever wanna develop this further I'd suggest solidifying the relationship between these two characters.